Dear Miss Candida,

Having, for the past five years now, had control of an adopted nephew, I can testify to the effectiveness of petticoating and baby disciplines for bringing to heel an unruly and difficult boy.

The lad was 18 when he first came under my authority, and I realised at once that strict measures were necessary if he was to be reined in and brought properly under control. Fortunately, he was very much the same size as my own daughter, although she is a year younger, so I was able to make use of one of her pretty party frocks, and also a lovely little frilly dance petticoat; and he could even be got into her knickers, which I felt would add an even more humiliating touch. Of course, there were lots of scenes and tantrums before I finally got him dressed, but I was really pleased when I saw how he looked, for he was a bit taller than Shiela, which meant that the lace frills of his petticoat, and also the shirred elastic legs of his knickers, could be clearly seen as he moved about.

I made him a white cotton pinafore, with embroidered epaulettes and lace frills round the bottom, to be worn at mealtimes, and to add to his miseries he was informed that he must ask Shiela each time to please put his pinnie on, or take it off for him. This, of course, she thoroughly enjoyed, and you can just imagine how she teased and laughed at the poor helpless petticoated lad! From the very start, she was more than willing to take a share in disciplining him, and in fact she herself very soon thought up a few more delicious ‘refinements’ of make his humiliation even more piercing.

One of these was to make for him, at school, some new petticoats, just as frilly and heavily lace-trimmed but buttoning up at the back, so that once he had been put into them, he remained firmly imprisoned until she or I released him; and, as with his pinafore, he had to ask politely each time if we would please do up, or unfasten, his petticoat. Another delightfully humiliating idea was to put him, when we dressed him on his return ~ from school each day, into the knickers which she herself had been wearing all day! - an indignity which very nearly brought him to tears every time it took place.

But the most humiliating and most effective of all was introduced on his sixteenth birthday, when she produced a present for him of a baby’s dummy on a pretty little loop of ribbon! In spite of frantic protests, and even tears, from the wretched lad, the ribbon was safetypinned to the front of his frock, and Sheila smilingly pushed the rubber teat between his sullenly pouting lips! And from then on, at all times, he was made to keep it in his mouth, receiving a smack on his knickered bottom if we saw him not using it.

I think he had hoped that at 18, when he left school, he would be free of petticoats, but he was sadly disappointed. At Sheila’s suggestion, we had already made plans, and on his first day home from work, he was taken along to the bathroom and, under my supervision, Sheila bathed him - a bitterly humiliating experience for him, of course, in itself. He was then dressed in a new shorter, and even more frilly and belaced, little petticoat, and a dear little high-waisted baby frock, with tiny puffed sleeves and embroidered rosebuds across the bodice. He was absolutely horrified, of course, for even he could see how utterly childish and even babyish these clothes were, and when I took him across my lap and Sheila produced a large towelling nappy, he begged and pleaded not to be humiliated like this.

I let her actually put his nappy on for him, which I felt would add still further to his embarrassment and shame, and by the time she had finished pinning it on he was sobbing uncontrollably. With the tears streaming down his cheeks, he was led along to the dining room and put into a playpen which I had bought, given his dummy and a few cuddly toys, and he was told that henceforth. this would be his regular dress at home, and that he would be expected to behave in keeping with it - that is, he must crawl on all fours, as he was too young to walk, he must talk only in suitable “baby talk”, which Sheila and I would taught him, and that he must submit to bottle feeding, having his nappies changed, sleeping in a cot of suitable size, which Sheila had painted pink and stuck a transfer of Little Bo Peep on the bedstead, and all the other little indignities of babyhood, without fuss, or he would be spanked.

He is still in nappies now, at nearly 20 years of age, and still under the firm .supervision of Sheila and myself. He does have a girl friend, Irene, who is of course aware of his condition and fully approves, and no doubt in due course they will marry and he will become yet another dominated and babyfied husband, completely under his wife’s control.
Yours truly,

Jane Strong